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The bairn of her bosom to bear to the fire, That his body be burned and borne to the pyre. The woe stricken woman wept on his shoulder,2 65 In measures lamented; upmounted the hero.3 The greatest of dead fires curled to the welkin, On the hills front crackled; heads were a melting, Wound doors bursting, while the blood was a coursing From body bite fierce.